Yesterday I woke up with another headache and it became one of those days where I not only acted crabby,
but the bad-attitude seeped from my pores. Am I the only one who has had days like that? But even the dogs seemed to sense it, and kept a little bit of distance from me. Except for Todd who is young and doesn't know any better.
I won't go into the reason of why I feel this way, but this was a weekend that I've looked forward to for a month--Our church is having a
conference, and there are no regular meetings and I had plans. Plans that for
various reasons won't ever materialize because of my bad mood and a few other
things. You can feel bad for me if you'd like........Okay, don't, it's really is okay.
This morning my bad mood is still hanging on
just a bit. But my headache is gone and I think today is going to be a better day...Today is going to be a better day...Today is going to be a better day...